The Musafir
The Opening of the Seventh Chakra; The Book of Giving
MANTAN felt his body tremble violently. Although it was really just his feelings, his body could not really move under the winding Golek Soul. But that is a sign that his seven chakras respond to the action Mantingan is taking. Whether it means good or bad, Mantingan does not know.
Slowly his sight returned. The Red Sanca warrior was quite surprised when he saw the eyeballs of the Mantingan twitching. The woman then moves her fingers before Golek Soul Saca tightens her grip on Mantingan's body.
Supposedly, the winding can directly break the body of the Mantingan like crushing a mere watermelon. But it did not happen, even on the contrary, the winding of the snake slowly loosened. On the other hand, Mantingan get his breath, although only one-two, but the Red Sanca Swordsman is worried not the reeds.
“No way ...,” his hisses, “no one has ever escaped my red crosshairs. Including you! Eat this!”
The female warrior clasped her fingers. The mantle is back. His breath stopped there. But that doesn't mean he gave up.
The young man closed his eyes. Swordsman Sanca Merah thought that he chose to surrender. But the woman was right. The mantle closes its eyes to focus all of its attention on opening the seven chakras perfectly. That's not a sign of surrender.
At a glance, there was a crackling sound that was heard several times. The Red Sanca warrior initially smiled widely, thinking that it was a crumbling sound from his opponent's bones. But dear thousand dear ones, the crumbling is not the bone of the Mantang, but the bone of the Golek of his Soul!
The mantle snapped loudly. The air seemed to explode with a force that suddenly exploded. The snake-shaped Soul Golek also exploded, becoming worthless wood chips. The Red Sanca warrior was thrown firmly into the air along with the shards of his golek. Eyes buying. His gaze hinted at disbelief.
The Red Sanca warrior was dragged quite far above the ground. The woman's body is now covered in blood. Wood chips from the golek's pyre have created quite severe injuries to their own owners. The fragments were slashing and even stuck in the skin of the Red Sanca Swordsman.
The mantle walked to approach him. Now it is not necessary to open the door of the store, because the building of the store has been consumed by the storm. It did not take long for Mantingan to arrive in front of the Red Sanca Swordsman.
Women laugh softly. His face was covered in blood, as well as his lips that seemed to still flank the buttocks of the hornbill. How the woman could not rise again.
“Hero Man, Sahaya knows that this is going to happen,” he said before starting to smoke the canklong smoke. “Sahaya has been preparing for death since Sahaya got this task. It's an honor to die at the hands of a warrior like yourself, Hero Man.”
Mantingan chose to silence while the woman resumed.
“Sahaya has found out quite a lot about you. Including that you are a black warrior. Sahaya is really surprised, why there is a black swordsman who is able to do good like you, Hero Man. You did something that no white swordsman could do. So from that, Sahaya prepared a book of black magic that is valuable enough for you, Hero Man, perahaya keep behind the clothes of perahaya. Maybe this is the last good that can be a danger to give.”
The smoke coming from the woman's nose began to break, a sign that death was before her eyes. Before the woman died, Mantingan first said so that there would be no misunderstanding, “My spirit is indeed a black swordsman, but I do not behave like a black swordsman mostly. Flow can not guarantee the nature of the people in it.”
The Red Sanca warrior smiled for the last time. No more smoke coming out of his nose. Nevertheless, the shell is still flanked by both sides of his lips.
The mantle breathed a long breath.
***
What a good opponent lies is far more dangerous than a really strong opponent. The lies of the Red Sanca Swordsman managed to make Mantingan had refrained from attacking him. Even if he was unable to open all seven of his chakras, he would die with the twists of a golek.
Manten returned to the camp with a large fish he found in the swamps on his way home. How bad he felt to come back without bringing the food he had promised. Although it is true, he returned with a hand that is not completely empty.
The Mantingan carries with it a legacy book of the Red Sanca Swordsman. He has not read the book and intends to read it later if he has the opportunity. He felt sure that the book he had just obtained was not an arbitrary book.
The North River Angel welcomed Mantingan warmly mixed with feelings of worry. “Brother, where are you going?”
Mantingan smiled and replied, “That's for sure, not to the village flower residence.”
The North River Angel was upset. The question got no real answer. The mantel did not seem to want to answer.
“Trial a fairly large fish, look at.” Mantingan raised a half-dead half-living fish in his hand. “Burn, make children feel happy.”
The angel of the North River did not hesitate to receive the fish from Mantingan's hands, but then he asked, “Should I wake Cana and Kina?”
“They sleep?”
“They've been walking all day without stopping, it's certain they're tired. And I saw them waiting for a Brother who never came back.”
The Northern River Angel then explained that he had told Cana and Kina to eat first, but they insisted on waiting for Mantingan to return.
Mantingan smiled and said, “Burn the fish, as soon as it smells, they will wake up.”
The Northern River Angel nodded in understanding before going towards the campfire. Meanwhile, Mantingan was approached by the White Wind College disciple who was coming with him.
“Brother, what has happened exactly?”
Mantingan took a cold breath before saying quietly, “Have you heard the name Swordsman Sanca Merah?”
The swordsman was bearded several times, immediately understood the problem. “I heard quite a lot of the name Pendekar Sanca Merah mentioned in several cities that I had visited. This breeder is the most famous black female warrior in Javadvipa, even up to Swarnabhumi. These warriors are young, beautiful, but death can come to anyone who has ever seen his face.
“Although the Red Sanca Swordsman is a woman, but it does not let go of the fact that he has a penchant for sucking hornbills. How many people say that the woman used human bones as burnt, but there is no evidence that says so.”
